on the last day of May 1819 .... and passed from a babe
in the creeping trance of three summers and three winters
to articulate and walk .... all are equally wonderful.
And that I grew six feet high .... and that I have become a man
thirty-six years old in 1855 .... and that I am here anyhow ....
are all equally wonderful;
And that my soul embraces you this hour, and we affect each other
without ever seeing each other, and never perhaps to see
each other, is every bit as wonderful.
Walt Whitman, Leaves of Grass (1855)